As she got closer, she caught a hint of alcohol on him.
Persuading those shareholders last night must have been tough for him.
Ji Anning felt a pang of sympathy again, lifting her head to look at Ji Chicheng, "You came back really late last night, didn't you? Close your eyes and sleep a little more."
Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, "You keep teasing me, how am I supposed to sleep?"
He had only come back just before dawn and had only dozed off a bit; his voice was a little hoarse, and his lips slightly pursed.
A faint smile spread across his lips, tender and content.
All his fatigue and weariness vanished in an instant.
Ji Anning retorted in a low voice, "How did I tease you?"
She was even careful with her breathing to avoid waking him, wasn't she?
"You've been giving me those sultry looks, teasing me with your eyes." Ji Chicheng lowered his eyes, and the gentle smile disappeared, giving way to his usual aloof demeanor.
